What starts out as a ‘normal day’ is quickly, and unsuspectingly, interrupted by chance.
4 men enter an elevator, unwise to the fact that they will soon learn what fight or flight can do to a man. The events of today would decide all of their tomorrows, and they had no say in the verbs. In their wildest dreams, none of them could have written an ending like this.
"He flew thru the turn-style doors. Elevator, elevator, elevator.
This one last task before he could get on with his day. He had big plans. It was just a Wednesday for most everyone in here, for him it was a big day."
People often ask me how I can sit down and write the way I do. The only response that I have ever been able to give them is "How could I not?" My mind has always spun fantastic tales and I simply wish to share them with the world and paint for the people an image of that place where my heart lives.